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Jack didn't awake all at once, in fact it took him a while before he managed to climb out of the oblivion Storm had knocked him into. The first thing he noticed was that he was lying on a bed. Considerate that, thought Jack in the one non-murky part of his brain. The next thing he became aware of was voices. Young, girlish voices, though with a sort of rough accent one doesn't usually expect in young girls.

He managed to catch part of their conversation. One, the pickpocket Jack realized, spoke first.

"I wonder what we should call 'im."

"Come again?" this voice was slightly more refined, gentler, though still with a faint pirate accent.

"I mean, I've never 'ad a father before," she sounded closer; Jack assumed she was sitting or standing over him, "Wot are we supposed to call him?"

"Well 'e is a cap'n, we could call 'im that."

"No, Sam, that would never do, that's what we call mumsy. Calling this'un Cap'n would only cause confusion."

" 'ow about Cap'n 1 and Cap'n 2?'

"That would make things worse," said Finn's voice dismissively, "I'd only mix'em up."

"Hmmmm," Sam (as Jack had deduced) said thoughtfully, "Father is too formal."

Though Jack eyes were closed, the pirate could still feel Finn nodding vigorously.

"Papa?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Well, 'e just doesn't /look/ like a papa. 'E looks like a Jack Sparrow," Jack had to bite his tongue so that he wouldn't blurt out 'Captain Jack Sparrow', luckily he suppressed the urge. "but we can't call 'im that. I mean, now that we /know/, it just wouldn't seem right," explained Finn.

"How about just Dad? It's simple enough, and it's not calling 'im by name."

"Dad," Finn repeated, she sounded pleased, "I like it, that's what we'll call 'im"

Jack decided this would be as good a time as any to announce his return to consciousness. He groaned first (he couldn't help it, the blow he had suffered had given him a headache and to make matters worse, he had a hangover; it was not a pleasant combination). He opened his eyes, and then immediately wished he hadn't as a blinding flash of sunlight glared directly into his eyes.

"Bloody 'ell!"

"Oh look Finn, he's awake!"

"Will wonders never cease?"

As Jack's vision cleared, he became aware of the twin pirate lasses studying him. Once again, they wore matching clothes, down to their bandanas. He supposed it must have been simply for the purpose of confusing people. They were both fairly thin, though well-fed, and were just a little pale. Their hair was a shiny raven-black that seemed almost purple when the sun shone on it. Their eyes were a captivating dark brown. His eyes!- realized Jack, surprised by this revelation. Being a father was going to take some getting used to.

"Well Dad," Finn chuckled at him, "consider yerself lucky, Mumsy could've broken yer nose if she 'adn't been so surprised."

"I must be blessed," Jack muttered sarcastically, as he attempted to sit up.

"You must've really made 'er really angry," commented Sam thoughtfully, "She normally asks questions before she punches someone."

Finn laughed, "That she does," she turned back to Jack, her dark eyes bright with interest, "So what did ye do to her? Must've been pretty bad, judging from 'er reaction."

"I abandoned her."

"I knew it," crowed Finn, punching her fist into the air. Seeing Jack's strange look, she settled back down, "We were making bets," she explained hastily.

Jack almost smiled, he liked this girl. She was almost as daft as he was. Perhaps being a father wasn't going to be so bad.

He thought back to that day, twelve years ago. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time...

"I meant to come back, but there were..unpleasant circumstances. I had other things on me mind." Like killing that bastard Barbossa and taking back the Pearl, he thought bitterly.

The twins jumped up, and each grabbing an arm, pulled him to his feet.

"Well," said Sam, "You'll have plenty of time to explain these circumstances to the captain. She's requested to see you as soon as you awakened."

With that the two girls dragged the still swaying pirate to the captain's cabin.

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"Copper fer yer thoughts Cap'n."

Storm smiled wistfully at Faye and leaned back in her chair.

"Me thoughts aren't even worth a copper," she answered, an edge of bitterness in her voice. She sighed and leaned forward again, "I was thinkin' about Jack. I don't know whether to shoot him, kiss him, throw him overboard or ask him for help." Storm ran her hand absently through her braids.

"Yer still worried about..?"

"Yes," Storm replied shortly, cutting off her friend.

For a moment there was silence, as both women were lost in thought.

"So the famous Captain Sparrow is our own Jacky," Faye whistled in amazement, "I'd 'eard the stories but I never made the connection."

"Neither did I," agreed Storm, "Though from what I've 'eard, I think 'e can 'elp us."

"So sure 'e will?"

" 'E will when I'm through with'im," Storm commented darkly.

They were interrupted when Sam-or Finn, it was impossible to tell-peered in.

"Captain? Sparrow's ready to talk to you."

"Send 'im in," Storm bade the girl.

"I'll go if ye wish," said Faye getting up to leave.

Storm held up her hand, staying the redhead, "No," She smiled weakly, "Stay, I could use the support."

Faye nodded and sat back down.

Captain O'Connor for her part, took a deep breath, and tried to look relaxed and uncaring. She managed to suppress a nervous swallow as the door opened.

It was time to face the past.

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A/N: Well I'd write more but it's late and I'm tired so I'm gonna got to bed. I will update soon, I'm already forming the next chappie in my head. Catch ya later, and remember REVIEW!